“Of course,” Olympe replied, “I was telling you ‘ow we had gone on a field trip to ze Forest of Amoiré.”

“Tha’s righ’,” Hagrid said, “Yeh said it was the mos’ special day o’ yeh life.”

“Mmm,” Olympe agreed, as she finished her parp eggs, “We were deep een ze forest identifying ze magical properties of Elder wood, when a curious young unicorn came up to us. We just stared at ze beautiful golden foal een awe. And zen ze most amzing zing ‘appened.”

Olympe’s eyes had lit up in excitement as she remembered the special moment.

“Well we’d better feed them parps,” said Hagrid, arising from his seat.

Hagrid waited in the kitchen while Olympe got dressed, then they both made their way to the parp enclosure.

After the parps had been fed Hagrid asked Olympe to walk with him. Olympe didn’t notice the new pen until they ten metres away from it.

“Oh ‘Agrid, you didn’t!” she exclaimed when she realised what the pen held.

As they came right up close to the pen, the five golden unicorn foals walked curiously up to the fence to meet Olympe and Hagrid.

“But ‘ow?” Olympe asked in amazement.

“Me mate John works with magical creatures that ‘ave been orphaned,” Hagrid explained, “They found these poor mites huddled together in a cave after a werewolf had attacked their parents. So I’ve adopted ‘em fer yeh.”